Nov 29, 2007 21:46
Paper boats float across the water
Blow softly
Hope they don't sink.
I caress your hand
You smile back
"Time to go" I say
You ask why
"I don't want to see them
when the sink below."
You agree and stand by me
Hand in hand we walk away.
Then came the rain.
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